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It was another very special Saturday, and Felch stood at the oak gate as usual, checking the names of classmates who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village one by one. The time is longer than before, because Felch used his detector to repeatedly test each person.

"I don't like this thing." Michael said, staring at the slender detector, "This thing makes a cool part of my body."

His rude words angered Felch, but he was poked by the detector a few extra shots. When Silver and Hermione, who had been smiling, walked with him into the wind and rain outside, Michael grinned in pain.

"Hey, you can't do this." Michael Kona said dissatisfied. "This is really unfair. I just told the truth and I'm going to be poked so many times, and you just tested it symbolically."

"Who made you talk too much?" Silver smiled, "I think you deserve it."

"Why didn't Ginny come with you?" Hermione asked.

Michael rubbed his hair, "Because--we have broken up."

"Break up? Why?" Hermione asked strangely, "Ginny has fought with her brother for you."

"Well, I don't think she's for me," Michael said meaningfully. "Ginny Weasley is a very capable witch. When I get along with her, I always feel like she is leading her nose."

Silver smiled strangely, "Michael, are you admitting your incompetence?"

"Hey, I didn't say that. I mean--even though I'm already a pretty good man, I still can't control a witch like Ginny Weasley."

Hermione made a nasal voice disdainfully, "Does men often have the illusion that everything should be in their own control?"

Silver was clever to pretend to hear nothing.

The next step was Hermione's unilateral beating Michael, a sinner who held "masculinity".

"Thank God," Michael pushed open the door of the Honeybee Duke's Candy Shop. The warm smell of cream sugar came to his face, and Michael shivered, "I'm going to stay here for an afternoon, don't worry about me again."

"Jack, boy!" said a loud voice behind them.

The three of them turned around and saw Professor Slughorn, who wore an extremely large plush hat, a coat with a matching plush collar, and a large bag of candied pineapple fruit in his hand. He occupied at least a quarter of the space in the shop.

"Jack. You slipped away with Miss Granger halfway through the last party!" Slughorn poked Silver intimately in the chest, "This is not OK, child, the essence of my party is basically at the end. You missed a lot of wonderful programs!"

"I'm sorry," Silver said, "but Hermione and I have taken too many courses, and we are under a lot of academic pressure-"

"Oh, I know, but you also have to learn to relax. If you keep tightly tight like a bowstring, you will break at some point." Slughorn asked. "You said yes, Miss Granger."

"Uh, I think. Maybe." Hermione was a little overwhelmed.

"Thank you for your teachings, but we don't think we have a big problem."

"Well, you will definitely achieve good results!" said Slughorn. "But it's not harmful to have some entertainment occasionally. So, what's going on Monday night? I'm going to plan another party."

"Okay, professor. But I can't guarantee to stay until the end."

"It's the same again!" Slughorn shouted exaggeratedly, "Ah, okay... it's better than not coming, you know, Harry Potter has been hiding and not coming to my party, as if I want to harm him. If you meet him, I want to invite him too!"

He waved his hand with a full air and walked out of the candy shop with a swagger, barely noticing Michael, as if he was just a pile of cockroaches displayed in the shop.

Hermione looked at Michael, as if she wanted to explain something.

Michael closed his eyes and said, "Don't pay attention to me, no need to explain, I know I'm a scumbag. You guys go, I just want to be a quiet handsome man here."

"Let's go to three brooms," Silver said, "Let's let the handsome man Michael think about life here."

They wrapped their faces in scarves again and left the candy shop. Just after they came out of the warm, sweet Duke of Bee Shop, the bitter cold wind blew on their faces like a knife. The street was deserted, and no one stopped to chat, and everyone was rushing to the place they were going. The only exception was the two people in front of them. They stood outside the three brooms, one of which was tall and thin, Silver narrowed her eyes and recognized him as another bar in Hogsmeade village, Pighead Bar, another bar in the village of Hogsmeade. As Silver and Hermione approached, the host wrapped her neck tightly in her cape and turned away, leaving the short man groping for something in her arms. They were less than a step away from the man, and Silver suddenly recognized him.

"Montungus!"

The man with long ginger hair with garlic and messy ginger hair was startled. An antique suitcase in his arms fell to the ground and bounced open. There were a variety of things inside, like the contents of the entire window of an antique shop.

"Oh, isn't this Jack?" said Montongus Flech, pretending to be very light, but not at all. "I'm just doing some small business here- don't let me waste your time."

He squatted on the ground and groped to pick up the things in the box, looking as if he was eager to leave immediately.

"Are you selling these things?" Silver asked as Montongus grabbed a pile of all kinds of ragged things from the ground.

"Oh, there's no way, I have to find a way to make a living," said Montongus. "Oh, my dear, don't touch that, give it to me!"

Hermione was squatting down and picking up a bag of powdery objects.
Chapter completed!